One time a friend and I "borrowed" a 396 engined 69 Impala, drove around awhile, turfed the high school soccer field, then pulled in between a state patrol and a local cop who were having a conversation while parked across the road from one another.
I stopped, yelled "Hey, check this out!" then did a massive smoking burnout/powerbrake, then hammered off into the night and lost them both.
I drove the car back to where we picked it up, and left it there. The owner was none the wiser.
Thank God for statute of limitations...or I wouldn't be telling this stuff.
I know, I know, "Bad Joe. Bad bad Joe." I was a holy terror when I was young.